Page 42 of Entangled By You
“Uhh… is it weird that they just interrupted the moment?”
He ignores my question, instead asking, “Was that the first time?”
“That intense, yeah. I’ve only felt little flutters before. I wasn’t even sure it was them.”
Resituating into a more comfortable position while he stares in wonder, until I wince.
“What? Is it painful?”
My cheeks burn because that wince had nothing to do with his current fascination.
“Actually, that was because I could feel your cum sliding out of me, making a mess on the mattress.”
His self-satisfied smirk tells me he likes that little bit of information way too much. His cock thickening back to life is also ahugehint.
“Stay there.”
I planned on it.
He turns for the bathroom, disappearing behind the door as the water turns on, before returning with a wet towel.
“Stand up,” he orders, holding out a hand to help.
He drops to his knees, brings my hand to his shoulder for support, and my foot to his bent knee. When the towel runs slowly up my leg, to the junction of my thighs, wiping up the mess he made of me, I shiver at the intimacy. It’s erotic to be taken care of like this.
When we were younger, we were too inexperienced to think about aftercare. Shit, I didn’t even realize you were supposed to pee after sex until I was closer to eighteen. It was a miracle we didn’t end up in our current predicament back then, with how careless we were about protection, too.
Now here he is, on his knees, for the second time tonight. He knows what he’s doing.
“There. Better?” he asks, looking up at me before he leans in and drops a kiss to my pubic bone, and another to my stomach.
“Get in bed. I’ll be right back.”
He heads for the door, stopping to look back at me one last time with the biggest smile on his handsome face before disappearing down the hall.
I’m still in shock. After years of faking it with Evan to the point I was numb, feelings are almost a new experience for me. I’d forgotten what it felt like to be genuinely happy. And this right here, more than satisfied sexually with a man who looks at me like I hung that damn moon, melts away the ice princess persona I’ve held on to for so long.
I slip into the bathroom, take care of business, and slide my silk robe on, barely able to close it over my bump. Stopping at the sink, I inspect myself in the mirror. The woman reflected back at me is a version of the old me, before I ripped my heartout and torched it for answers. But I’m older, tired around the eyes, and jaded from the years I volunteered myself for.
At least it was worth it in the end.
“Lex?” Pierce calls from the bedroom, back from whatever it was he was doing.
When I step out of the bathroom, he’s kicked back on the bed. Half covered, but those tattoos I want to explore are on display. The food tray that’s gotten more use since this man moved in than it ever did when Harlow and I lived together is propped in the middle, covered in snacks.
“You brought a feast.”
“Figured you’d be hungry after that.”
“Famished,” I tease with a wink, because fuck the food. I want a taste of him.
But my stomach takes that very inopportune moment to grumble its agreement.
Climbing into my bed, I’m struck by how comfortable it feels. Like we’ve somehow managed to find a time machine, crank the dial back half a decade or so, and it’s like none of the bad shit ever happened. It’s nice, but it also has me on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“That’s not a snack.” I point to the small box hidden amongst the spread.
“Nothing gets past you, huh, Princess?” He laughs, pulling out the box for me.
